bendsley

I will tell you something that happened and then give you the same advice.

When I was in high school, there was a girl that I absolutely adored. We had several of the same classes, but never really hung out or talked a whole lot. But, she was gorgeous and I liked her. She wasn't preppy like many pretty girls are or try to be, and I like that about her too. One day, I was talking to a really good friend of mine, and he knew I liked her.

We were at our lockers and she was about to walk by us. My friend told me to ask her out as she was passing us. I thought about it for a moment, and really wasn't going to because I can be a big wuss, but I think my brain somehow made my mouth it's bitch and made me ask her out. She looked at me for a second, and asked what I would like to do. I suggested dinner and a movie to start off with.....and so it happened. That night we went out and had a really great time. She kissed me when I dropped her off at her house. The next morning during class, I looked at her and she winked at me. She came over and asked where we were going for lunch.

Well, I was excited as hell. We went to lunch and whatnot and several more dates the next two weeks. I had paid for everything so far, but she told me that she wanted to pay for a week or so. I conceided. We had the greatest time.
We ended up dating for about 6 months before her mom got a job in Montana and she had to move. She and I still keep in contact through email and an occasional phone call; we're both married with kids now. But, everytime I talk to her, I remember everything that happened.

My suggestion, let her know you like her. What's the worst that can happen? She says no, that she likes you as a friend and thats it. At least you know, you're not in anxiety hell anymore and you two can go on with your lives.

Let me know what happens. IM me or email me through the forum.

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